ELARA
“El, are you ready? We are five minutes out…”
I looked across the room at Julian, who was sitting on one of the plush velvet couches in the most private holding room of our family’s corporate headquarters, and gave a firm nod.
“I am.”
Down the corridor, inside the massive, hall-like auditorium, the media was already gathered. Projectors were mounted, audio levels were being tested, and everything was perfectly in place for the systematic, entire dismantling of Shawn and his family.
Miranda would be ruined alongside them, of course, and her family would inevitably suffer the fallout—especially her father’s upcoming senatorial campaign.
Semantics. A necessary evil.
Next time, the senator would think twice about training his daughter up the right way, or at least learn to put
